Authors note: general disclaimer, I don't own rizzoli & isles or any characters involved etc. any comments/feedback/criticism will be welcomed as its my first fanfic x

well after the responses I got it was clear that a lot of people wanted this to continue, so here you go :)

its slower and fluffier than first intended, but on the plus side it means I have more to write to light the flame under them again lol as I said it is quite fluffy, I think it fits, but let me know xx and as always thank you for the support xx

Jane was positive that nothing had ever, nor would ever feel as incredibly fucking fantastic as it felt right now with Maura's lips pressed against hers. They were soft, warm, wet and so different to a guy's lips. They made Jane's lips tingle like she had pins and needles in them and yet at the same time there had never been a time when she had experienced so much feeling in her lips. Her racing mind, trying to process all the feelings and tingles that were assaulting her body, was cut off when Maura took her bottom lip into her mouth and bit down as Jane let a moan escape through her lips.

Maura let Jane's bottom lip go with a pop. She sat up, eyes still closed and groaned. Her lips were on fire. She wanted time to stop, though scientifically that would be impossible, but she wanted to revel in that moment forever; Jane between her thighs, Jane's taste on her lips, Jane's moans filling her ears. The feeling of Jane panting between her legs gave her an indication that their first kiss had not only affected Maura in this way.

"Fuck."

It was so quiet Maura almost missed it, she forced open her eyes to see Jane, eyes still closed, licking her lips and a dimple slowly appearing as one side of her mouth curved up. It was the most glorious sight Maura had seen. She was happy. "Language Jane." The admonishment was soft and loving.

Jane hadn't even realised she had actually spoken. She chuckled as she opened her eyes, the vibrations of which made Maura moan and clutch at Jane's perfectly toned abs. The feeling of Maura grasping at her, so close to her waistband caught Jane by surprise and she unexpectedly bucked her hips up into Maura. The thrust of Jane's hips caught Maura off guard and was so strong that she almost fell backwards off the bed. Jane felt Maura go and panicking reached out to grab her to keep her from falling.

Maura cocked one eyebrow and smirked "Jane!" She gasped in fake shock.

Jane's abs twitched as she froze half upright, in reaching out to save Maura she had only been able to grasp Maura's bountiful chest, and was currently unable to move, partly through embarrassment and partly because she had never felt anything quite that mesmerising before. After what felt like forever Jane finally registered that Maura had called her name and managed to drag her eyes off the ME's cleavage long enough to make eye contact and saw the teasing in her eyes. Jane flushed red and went to remove her hands.

Maura saw Jane blush and felt her grip loosen so she grasped Jane's hands in her own and pulled her up as she leaned back to allow the detective to sit up properly. Once Jane had moved accordingly Maura held her hands even tighter and lay them on top of her breasts again. Jane groaned and Maura pushed her chest harder against Jane's hands before letting her own hands drop to her sides.

Despite having never felt another woman's breasts before, other than her own, Jane was positive that these were the most perfect breasts mankind had ever known. Once over her initial shock and embarrassment and Maura had made clear that she wanted Jane to continue, Jane began to gain feeling back into her hands and began to move them. She fondled them, felt their weight against her hand, manipulated them and explored.

Maura let her eyes close and her head fall back. Despite men having a great fondness for her breasts no one had ever revered them like Jane was doing now. There was a gentleness to her touch that the medical examiner would admit she hadn't expected considering the foreplay that they had partaken in. It felt as though she were being worshipped and it was the most glorious feeling.

As Jane grew in confidence so did her actions, she sought out the ever hardening nipples beneath the fabrics and began her ministrations, circling her thumbs around them and gently squeezing them between thumb and forefinger.

A moan, louder than she had realised, burst out of Maura and all she wanted was to rip off the clothing barriers between Jane's hands and her skin. She had to check herself though, although she knew Jane wanted this as much as she did, she also knew that if she pushed too far too soon they would lose the moment and Jane would never come back to her for fear.

The brunette bit her lip hard, if she thought her underwear was ruined before that last lustful moan from Maura sealed it, the rush of wetness made Jane moan. The ME's eyes snapped open and met hers with a ferocity she had never seen before. It empowered Jane and she grabbed the back of Maura's neck and pulled her in for a bruising kiss.

If Maura thought their first kiss was mindblowing and perfect she would have to create a whole other word in the English language to describe what was happening to her at that moment. The passion with which Jane was kissing her now was unparalleled to anything she had ever experienced. It was sloppy, it was wet and it was hard. And Maura wanted to do it forever. Jane moaned into her mouth and Maura took the opportunity of licking Jane's bottom lip.

Jane opened her mouth and Maura's beautiful tongue slipped inside, caressing her own and exploring her mouth. It was breathtaking. Her tongue moved with incredible dexterity and grace, just like Maura. It wasn't overly aggressive, it wasn't girly like Jane imagined it might be, it was...right.

Maura moaned as Jane granted her access and Maura truly tasted her for the first time. She could taste the remnants of beer, that and something that was just so uniquely Jane, Maura felt like she had been doing this for years. It felt like she was home.

When they reluctantly broke apart for air they were panting and unable to keep silly grins from spreading across their faces.

"Wow." They giggled as they both spoke at the same time. It was a complete understatement as to how they were feeling but even google mouth couldn't articulate any more than that.

Jane reached up and caressed Maura's cheek smiling, flushed red. She trailed her hand over her cheek, her eyes, her nose, her lips and down to her neck. Maura gave her access to her neck and Jane retraced her touches backwards with her lips. With a gentle kiss to Maura's eyelids she smiled and whispered "You're so beautiful."

The medical examiner's heart fluttered to hear Jane's gentle voice full of adoration and love. Maura opened her eyes to see chocolate eyes full to the brim, she frowned concerned "What is it Jane?"

Jane's mind was screaming at her to keep her mouth shut, but every other part of her body belonged to Maura. "I-I..." She couldn't speak for fear of bursting into tears, had she been less emotional she would have chastised herself for being such a girl.

Maura held Jane's face firmly in her hands and forced Jane to look at her. "Don't think. Feel." And with that she claimed Jane's lips again. The kiss was strong, passionate but also loving and caring. She ran her hand through the detective's unruly curls and hoped she could feel all she was trying to convey in that kiss. She was well and truly in danger of falling madly in love with this beautiful, complicated, strong and yet so fragile, infuriating, sexy detective who couldn't tell a tortoise from a turtle.

All her worries, all her questions, her fears and her love were all answered in that kiss. She didn't know how but she could feel it. As surely as Maura had said to her that everything would be ok, that she wasn't being silly for feeling like she loved her, that being scared was ok. She had loved Maura for a very long time, she didn't even know how long, and it didn't matter. What mattered was showing Maura just how amazing she truly was.